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Hennyhorlah:
wetin b ur usefulness?na only useful pple i fit buy popcorn for

am d chief bouncer of dis thread *even oga dee i can order him out of dis thread if he bleeps up, so u beta buy d popcorn 4 me or else u wil b thrown out of dis thread*

Onemansquad:
am d chief bouncer of dis thread *even oga dee i can order him out of dis thread if he bleeps up, so u beta buy d popcorn 4 me or else u wil b thrown out of dis thread*

bros hw far na so u never retire 4rm dis job. Dee baba ride on I get one gift I wan give u.

--continuation--
"Excuse me Mister." the security man said. "The geniunty of your keycard is in doubt and the only way we can confirm if your are not an impersonator is by taking your biometric finger print and comparing it with that of the keycard.
"I can't let you take my fingerprint." Spencer replied.
"Why?" The security man asked.
"Its against my faith." He replied.
"What faith?"
"Religious." Spencer replied.
The security man gave a hearty laugh. "You put everything on religion when your tactics seemed to have failed you. If you can't allow me test your fingerprint against that of this card, then I will have you take you into holding." The security man said as he grabbed the intercom lying on his desk and made a call.
"There is a situation at the entrance." He said. "Come over real fast." He added before facing a tensed looking Spencer.
"I wonder how you came about working with N.A.T.U and getting the keycard, if truly you are one hell of a religious person. I suppose a Biometric register was done during your induction." The security man said.
Spencer knew there was no way he was getting out of there unless a real miracle happened. He checked his phone screen for the upteenth time, but neither Clara, nor his ally inside the N.A.T.U has replied yet.
A minute later, the front door opened and five security men emerged which sent cold chills down his spine as his game had ended even before it started. But he had every reason to smile when he was his ally among the security men.
"Mr Spencer!" The young man who took Tina's exit into record almost an hour ago said with delight.
"How are you Paul?" Spencer asked.
"Good.... Good." Paul replied.
"You know him?" The security man delaying Spencer asked.
"Of course. He is a boss here." Paul replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. Hold me responsible if anything goes wrong through him." Paul said calmly.
"Fine, but your keycard would be seized while I call the personnel department to confirm you being a staff here. With your keycard seized, you can't enter any of the confidential rooms around here.
"He perfectly understand the high handedness in our security system." Paul replied.
"Fine, you can go in." And with this, Paul and the four uniformed men walked into the building, closely followed by Spencer.
Once in the ICT hall, he dragged Paul back.
"I suppose that's Christina James office. I have less than twenty minutes. I hope the exit is opened." Spencer said.
"Christina James is out for the next one and a half hours. One of my trusted men is at the West wing exit. Just finish your assignment, and you'll be escorted out of here." Paul explained. "I think my job is done here. In twenty minutes time, the security alarm would go off once the bomb starts counting down, that time, I will be against you. If I see you lurking, I arrest you." He added.
"I understand you." Spencer said locking palms with him.
"Goodluck." Paul said and immediately walked away, while Spencer made his way to the west wing of the building.
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Chris walked out of the restroom as he cleaned his hands with a tissue paper which he dropped inside a waste basket outside the restroom.
"Good morning boy." Spencer greeted.
"Good morning sir." Chris replied as Spencer took the right turn towards the gas exchange system. The only part of the west wing that was restricted to even the staffs. Except the operators and maintenance team, no one is allowed in there as DANGER signs were put all over the wall. In exceptional cases, only top seeded agents were allowed in there, basically, the level four to six clearance agents.
"i should report to the maintenance team and operators." He thought as he followed the man.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Grace stepped out of her car unto grass lawns that ardoned the front yard of her house in Los Angeles.
"Welcome Mrs Grace," Her neighbour greeted.
"Oh Mr Pearson, howdy?" Grace replied as she walked into the house with her shopping bags.
"Mrs Grace?" Her neighbour called just as she made to shut her door which prompted her to stick out her head.
"Yes?"
"Did you say you are from Nigeria?" He asked.
"Yeah." Grace replied.
"Good! One of my friends is visiting for a week or two, he is from Nigeria too."
"That's great." Grace remarked.
"Maybe you could just pop in for dinner if you don't mind."
"Am sorry Mr Pearson, but I just got fresh groceries from the store. Am cooking up something huge tonight." She replied.
"How about a glass of fresh milk? Amelia just made them." He asked.
"I'll be there in a jiffy." she replied before shutting her door.
Since she moved to Los Angeles five years ago, Mr Pearson who has been living in the city for a decade, and he aided her in getting familiar with her new neighbourhood. But a major turn off about Pearson and his goodwill was his ability to get naughty, and sometimes suggesting they had sexx, such was how randy Pearson was. Aside his shortcomings concerning his raging hormones, he was a good man with a very wonderful wife, Amelia and a good spirited young daughter, Michel, who was in her senior year in the high school.
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NIGERIA
Tina gently eased her car in between two cars as the traffic seemed stucked, with no one attempting to improve the situation or even attempt to know the cause of the jam.
She checked her wristwatch for the upteenth time and she realised she has spent over thirty minutes in traffic. The thrity minute she would have spent driving over to her scheduled meeting with General John-Paul has been spent in traffic and her meeting which starts in less than hours time, she doubt if she could make it to the Defense headquarters. Her ringing phone caught her attention, it was Mark.
"Hello." She said on picking up.
"Hey Tina, we are under attack." He said.
"What?" She asked.
"We are currently evacuating the building, a bomb was found in the gas exchange system." He explained.
"Oh my God! Chris." She muttered to herself. "Have you seen Chris?"
"Chris? I haven't. I thought you said he won't come today." Mark replied.
"There was a change of plans. Please check Chris out, he is in the common room, he could be sleeping." Tina pleaded and from her head, she could hear Mak give out instruction to someone.
"His name is Christopher. Fair in complexion, thirteen years old." She could hear him say.
"Where will I find him?" She heard the other person ask.
"The common room. You could check the medical wing also." Mark replied.
"Am making a U-turn right now. Mark, please look for Chris." And immediately, She flashed her trafficator, and pulled out of the traffic, taking the one way, until she was back at the end of the traffic where she joined the lane that connects to the N.A.T.U headquarters, and trust the LASTMA boys, they were hot on her chase.
"Oh God! Nothing must happen to my boy." She prayed.
"You are selfish." A voice within her said.
"Nothing must happen to everybody within the premises."

--tbc--

D9ty7:
1-2 updates to drop later in the day. Probably in the night.

aaaaah night ke... it is too far oooooooooooooooooooooooo..shebi today na public holiday we suppose get plenty updates today na

Onemansquad:
am d chief bouncer of dis thread *even oga dee i can order him out of dis thread if he bleeps up, so u beta buy d popcorn 4 me or else u wil b thrown out of dis thread*

u neva eat dis morning??seems u r relaying only on my popcorn,all i can offer to u is just a sachet water

Chris........ure rily a smart and intelligent boy. I'm sure ure d one dat alerted d officials.
Tina..........Tank ur stars, dey for chop off ur head today
Dee...........Ure too much. Tanx

gud 1 chris

Wai, wai, wai, waiiiiii, dis is gettn tougher n toughest
Tnx deee



Pls someone shud help me wit d pronounciation of diz word: howdy, is it howde or howdi?

Good update. Ride on Baba.

God please save everyone in the building most especially chris

Who is paul?
Someone please tell me his role in the past, or is he a new character??

Oga dee night don reach na

Ghen ghen!!!!! Watching d drama unfold with Zulu eyes...D9ty7, tenchyhu o!

Thanks boss

Hennyhorlah:
u neva eat dis morning??seems u r relaying only on my popcorn,all i can offer to u is just a sachet water

gv me sachet water @ur own risk

ayox1:
bros hw far na so u never retire 4rm dis job. Dee baba ride on I get one gift I wan give u.

me na d chief bouncer now
*stuff46 and skimpledawg na dm b ma new recruit*

Onemansquad:
me na d chief bouncer now
*stuff46 and skimpledawg na dm b ma new recruit*

Oga mi, i knw say u don anoint stuff46 for dt position, buh i go do Una Saraki tins ai swear ....

Oga dee, come update na

Frim the previous update,

kitchirpy:
Who is paul?
Someone please tell me his role in the past, or is he a new character??

Paul is an inside man in NATU of the terrorist team, i.e he is Danny Lovato's payroll. He was contacted by Spencer to come to his aid.

He is a new character.


That security man at NATU door is very silly. Its them type that will be payed to cause harm to pepple in disguise.
Thanks for the updaates Dee, really missd commenting, How you do?

D9ty7?

Onemansquad:
me na d chief bouncer now *stuff46 and skimpledawg na dm b ma new recruit*

Ogini tout?

Arrrgh..... This story is getting tough, That security is very very stupid, he shouldn't have allow Spencer to go in........ I just hope Chris is okay sha, Besides, I think Christina escaped death too.....

Dee, thanks for the updates, you are one in a million.


*KISSES *


#TEAM SCENT

Oh God nothing mist happen to Chris
Any plan against Christina and her family will fail in Jesus name. Thumbs up D9ty7 you still rock

I appreciate all the comments, but am I permitted to say that Paul even tho is a new character is one of the security men.
Hence, the security man outside has no blame, so far a security man from the inside confirmed Spencer as an agent.

tecno4life:
Oh God nothing mist happen to Chris
Any plan against Christina and her family will fail in Jesus name. Thumbs up D9ty7 you still rock

Baba, I saw your comments when you returned weeks ago. Its good to have you back

Update to drop in few hours...

stuff46:
Ogini tout?

Taaa, i tout pass ya fada amaechi?

--continuation--
Kim was checking out the clothes she brought with her from the states as she sat in the living room in a bid to watch to the last scene, the Nigerian movie which was being aired. If there was anything that fascinated her, it was the blend of the local language and the English language. She knew she heard something similar to the language being used in dialogues while at the airport, and during her drive from her hotel to Mark's apartment. Another thing that fascinated her was the use of African diabolism.
If there was anything she needed at the moment, it was distration from the one too many problems affecting her marriage.
"Maybe watching movie is not the exact thing I need." She thought as she switched of the tv and that moment, a car honked outside the gate.
"Sabur! There is someone at the gate." She screamed at the gateman.
A wine coloured Nissan Murano drove into the compound and for the first time today, Kimberly smiled.
"I hope I look good enough." She said to herself.
"You look pretty darl." A voice within her replied and she smiled.
Talk about living in your own world where even when everyone ignores you, there is that one voice always speaking to you. Most times, two, the positive and the negative.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Coming." She said as she hurriedly made for the front door.
"Hey! Good morning." Tony said with a smile.
"Hi." Kim replied in the same stead, only with a laugh.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Sure! I invited you over." She opened the door wider and stepped aside for him to walk in. "Hope you had no problem locating this place?" She asked as she shut the door.
"Not at all. I once lived around here. The bungalow opposit this." He replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah! When I started with the FBI, I had problem finding a place to live. You know, I was transferred from Kaduna my home state down to Lagos. The Ministry got me a home here."
"Wow! So why did you move out?" Kim asked.
"I found my footing five years ago, got my car, brought my parents down here, my siblings. Then the house got overcrowded, so I got my own apartment."
"And your parents?" Kim asked, now they are in the modest living room.
"A nice place you have here." He complimented.
"Thanks. Have your seat." Kim replied. "And sorry about the clothes." She packed her clothes and stuffed them inside her bag. She walked towards where Tony presumed to be the bedroom.
"What can I offer you?" She asked from inside. "We have soda water and....." She drawled. "Actually, we have just soda water." She laughed.
Tony joined in the laughter. "Just get me water." He said.
A minute later, Kim walked out with a bottle of water and a cup.
"I'll serve myself."Tony said, prompting her to drop the tray on top which the bottle of water lay.
"So, your husband, you settled with him?" He asked.
"Yeah!" Kim replied.
Tony looked around the living room. "Is that him?" He asked pointing at a potrait picture of Mark standing on the centre table.
"Yeah." Kim replied.
"Mark, N.A.T.U. The American guy." Tony said.
"Yeah. You guys work together? I mean, the FBI and the N.A.T.U."
"Not really. Just a few encounters. We are always at loggerheads though. We see things differently." Tony replied.
"With me around, maybe this is the time for you to become friends."

--tbc--

--continuation--
Grace walked out of her house and accross the grass lawn into Mr Pearson's compound.
"Mr Pearse." She waved at the sixty year old man who was watering his flowers, being a lover of natural things.
"Mrs Grace, you here already?" Pearson asked as he dropped the watering hose and approached his guest.
"Yeah! I have a lot to do later in the day, so, I felt its not a bad idea if I come over now and meet with your friend. Its okay, isn't it?"
"Definitely, you are most welcomed. You know, Amelia and Michel have been yearning to know much about the coup which sent you to America. This could just be the perfect time." Pearson replied. "Here, this way." He led the way towards the front door.
"You have a nice front garden. Beautiful flowers." Grace complimented.
"That's Ixora." Pearson said pointing to a brightly coloured bunch. "Bobby, say Hi to Mrs Grace." The giant dog which was chained to its kernnel jumped around Grace.
"Hello Bobby."
Pearson led the way down the hallway until they came to a halt inside the living room.
"Here we are, my humble abode."
"As beautiful as ever." Grace said.
"All thanks to Amelia."
Grace without being told made for one of the couches and sat down.
"Where's Amy?" Grace asked.
"She is in the kitchen I suppose."
"And your daughter, Michel?" She asked.
"I'll just get her for you." With this, Pearson walked out of the living room.
Grace looked around the living room, appreciating the interior decoration put in place by Pearson's wife, Amelia.
"Hey!." A deep baritone voice said from the stairs which Grace presumed connects with the rooms upstairs.
"Hello." She replied.
"You must be Grace. The next door neighbour."
"Yeah! And you.....? Mr Pearson's friend." Grace replied.
"Rowland." He said.
"Nice name. So, you are from where?"
"Nigeria." Rowland replied.
"I know. I mean, where in Nigeria."
"Delta state." He replied.
"Oh my God! Grace. You are looking so good." Mr Pearson's wife Amelia cried as she walked into the living room.
"Oh! Amy. Ever glowing." Grace replied opening her arms for a hug and immediately, Rowland took a picture of the two women.
"Nice shot." Rowland laughed.
"I want it on my computer Rowy." Pearson said as he walked in with his daughter, Michel.
"Excuse me... For a moment." With this, Rowland walked out of the living room.
Sure that he was out of earshot, he brought out his phone and dialled a number.
"Hey! Rowland." A thick Nigerian accented voice said.
"I found her." Rowland said.
"What?" The voice replied.
"I found Grace. I think." Rowland said.
"You sure?"
"Am sending her picture down to your mail right now."

--tbc--

unbanned.

Obinnau:
unbanned.

Thanks sire!

D9ty7 keep it coming.... Real stuff u got going here.